A Falcon 2000 glided to the end of the runway.
A few stretchers were quickly carried down, and then they boarded two helicopters that were commonly used by Jinhui Group.
The medical transport company that Hannah and the others invested in only bought fixed-wing aircraft. They subcontracted the helicopter transport to minimize the risk of the asset as much as possible.
Ye Mingzhi did not feel anything about this before. In his opinion, it seemed to be the right model for the employees to do what the boss wanted them to do.
However, after the professional conversation, Ye Mingzhi looked at the helicopter that was labeled "commonly used by Jinhui Group" and could not help but feel a little guilty.
It was not that they could not use the helicopter that was not owned by them, but the frequency and workload of the same medical transport mission would definitely be lower if they were outsourced. When he thought about what Ling Ran said before, this was also not professional evidence.
Ye Mingzhi followed the patient into the second helicopter, and he frowned all the way to Yun Hua Hospital.
Ye Mingzhi could not help but feel a little emotional and worried when he was about to meet Ling Ran.
Meeting the boss had always been a coexistence of opportunity and danger. What if Ling Ran did not like it? What if Ling Ran was unhappy? What if Ling Ran wanted to kill him? What if he was killed by the society?
Ye Mingzhi's expression changed as he thought about it. The assistant next to him only thought that he was suffering from Yang Deficiency. When they were about to land, he whispered in Ye Mingzhi's ear, "Captain Ye, who's going to report?"
They were still using the pre-hospital emergency treatment model. When they arrived at the hospital, they had to explain the patient's condition and the measures they had taken to the local doctors. Normally, Ye Mingzhi was the one to report, but he had been lazy too many times, and everyone was used to making preparations.
"Let me do it." Ye Mingzhi did not dare to give up the authority this time. The other doctors did not know the specific situation. It would be terrible if the team was ruined.
'Even if the team is ruined, I should be the one to do it.'
As Ye Mingzhi thought about it, he sat up straight as if he was preparing for an interview.
The patient lying on the stretcher saw that the doctors on both sides were nervous, and he could not help but feel nervous. "Isn't it just a transfer? Is something wrong? "
"It's okay, don't worry. We are discussing the procedure." The assistant quickly comforted the patient.
Recently, most of the patients they transported were rich patients. It was not the kind of emergency that was shown on television, where they had to race against time. In most cases, the purpose of a patient's transport was to transfer to another hospital for treatment or to another hospital for surgery. To put it simply, they were patients with money and requests.
Today was no exception. There were a few patients who needed hepatectomy. They originally wanted to perform freelance surgeries, but the doctors from the local hospital discussed with them and decided to exchange the freelance surgery fees for medical transfer fees. They cut the queue and sent the patients over.
Of course, the condition of the patients was still slightly different, especially the two old men on the helicopter. Both of them had tubes inserted into their bodies. It was still quite different from ordinary transport.
"Where's Doctor Ling?" another patient shouted with his eyes closed.
"We'll reach the hospital soon. Once we reach the hospital, we'll be able to see Doctor Ling." Ye Mingzhi had no choice but to persuade him. This patient was a little hysterical, and he would often call out for Doctor Ling. However, they often saw similar patients.
Some seriously ill patients had been ill for a long time, and the doctors in this field were familiar with them. It was like buying stocks at a loss for a long time, and gradually, not only could they call out names like Warren Buffett, but they could also know the names of fund managers, especially financial experts.
The group of people who were the most seriously ill would often see one or a few doctors as their life-saving straw.
They were not sure whether they could really be saved, but for them, this was their last hope.
Up until now, Ling Ran's hepatectomy had cured at least eight hundred patients with liver diseases, if not a thousand. Although there was not much publicity in the mass media, in the circle of liver diseases, he was already the only one who could do it. His success rate and the prognosis of the patients could be said to be far better than most doctors in the country. In the eyes of some patients who were dying, he was even more like a handsome man who could save their lives.
"I want Doctor Ling to operate on me." When the patient shouted "Doctor Ling", he seemed to be very loud.
"I know. We're going to look for Doctor Ling to operate on you," Ye Mingzhi answered again.
"I want Doctor Ling to operate on me."
"Yes."
"It must be Doctor Ling!"
"Yes." Ye Mingzhi answered and slightly increased the patient's dosage before he smiled helplessly at the vice-captain beside him. "I really miss ambulances at times like this."
The vice-captain smiled. "You have a family member with you, right?"
"It'll save us a lot of trouble." Ye Mingzhi used words to hide his anxiety. When he saw the sign of the helipad on the roof of Yun Hua Hospital, he was so nervous that he almost jumped up.
A few doctors in large white coats were already waiting on the roof.
The most eye-catching one was the doctor standing in the middle. He was tall and had a receding hairline. His thighs were thick and strong, and they made his pants look like they were made of gold.
"Hybrid operating theater, let's go." The moment the helicopter landed, the doctor who was as strong as a bull rushed up.
Ye Mingzhi quickly cooperated. As he jumped off the helicopter, he asked, "You're Doctor Lu, right?"
"I'm Lu Wenbin. Have we met before? "Lu Wenbin glanced at Ye Mingzhi and said casually.
"No, but we'll probably have to deal with each other often in the future. I'm the person in charge of the medical transport team here, Ye Mingzhi." Ye Mingzhi introduced himself to Lu Wenbin while he was busy.
"Oh," Lu Wenbin replied, but he smiled meaningfully. He helped push the stretcher and ran.
Ye Mingzhi was slightly behind. He thought for a few seconds and followed behind, feeling lost.
"What's wrong?" The vice-captain was also very concerned about the situation and asked.
"I'm afraid we're going to be eliminated." Ye Mingzhi sighed.
The vice-captain was shocked. "It can't be. Did the doctor just say that? He's so arrogant? "
"He didn't say it. If he said it, I wouldn't be so worried."
"Then you're really thinking too much." The vice-captain comforted him and said, "Since he didn't say it, let's not make wild guesses …"
Ye Mingzhi shook his head, glanced at the vice-captain, and said, "I just said that we'll probably have to deal with each other often in the future. He just smiled, and this kind of smile … "
Ye Mingzhi imitated Lu Wenbin. He only moved the corner of his mouth and gave the vice-captain a fake smile.
"This …" The vice-captain gasped. "This … is a little bad."
"I know. Let's follow him. "Ye Mingzhi lowered his expectations and ran with the stretcher in a muffled manner.
…..
Lu Wenbin escorted a few patients who were being transported all the way back to the operating theater before he breathed a sigh of relief. He rubbed his neck and complained, "I practiced my neck yesterday, but today, my cheeks hurt so much that I can't open my mouth. It's so strange."
"Let me take a look?" Zuo Cidian boasted that he already had a foundation in orthopedics, so he took the initiative to stand up and care about his colleague.
Lu Wenbin twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled at Zuo Cidian.
"Jaw syndrome." Zuo Cidian wore gloves and pinched his chin. He quickly came to a conclusion. "What hard thing did you eat yesterday?"
"Now that you mention it, I gnawed on some bones …" Lu Wenbin said and nodded. "Then, this should be the problem. Ah, it's mainly because there are too many bones left, and I don't have a dog …"
"You can give it to everyone." Zuo Cidian pursed his lips.
"The bone in the middle of the elbow doesn't have much meat. It's so embarrassing to give it to everyone." Lu Wenbin laughed a few times and quickly ended the topic. He thought, 'If you eat free bones every day, who will I sell the meat from the bones to?'
* Shick. *
Ling Ran stepped on the airtight access door and walked in.
"Are you ready?" Ling Ran put on his large white coat and walked around the operating table to check.
"Typical hepatolithiasis …" Lu Wenbin quickly went forward and reported.
"Okay." Ling Ran looked at the scans. For him, this was the surgery he was most familiar with, and he had performed a lot of them.
Zuo Cidian coughed a few times and asked, "Do you want to meet the person in charge of the transport team?"
"Do I need to meet him?" Ling Ran looked at the scans and looked at Zuo Cidian strangely.
Zuo Cidian understood what Ling Ran meant. He said helplessly, "If it's a medical need, there should be no need."
"Okay, then prepare for the surgery." Ling Ran nodded and began to enter the operating state.
(End of this chapter)
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